I Fucking Hate Racism

I'm not exactly proud to say this, and I can only hope they never get ahold of this blog somehow, but my parents have always been a bit racist. I distinctly remember one particular instance when I was in elementary school. I was talking with my friend Austin about where he lived, and he mentioned that one probably wouldn't want to live in his neighborhood. Not knowing any better, and being conditioned that way by my parents, I asked him, "Why? A lot of blacks?" He gave me kind of a funny look and said, "No, the street's just really busy." I'll never forget that day. Fortunately, my parents (and my school as well) also conditioned me to love the Word, so it didn't take long for me to realize the immorality of that mindset; that all men truly are "created equal," so to speak. My parents...not so much. I don't know how they manage to reconcile their racial mindset with their religious beliefs, but then, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. They've always been pretty set in their ways and not often very logical concerning moral matters.

My dad and I were arguing about the war in Iraq not long ago (he firmly believes that we basically need to bomb the whole place to hell, and criticizes Bush for not being hard enough on them and not "really kicking butt"), and he made the statement that when Pearl Harbor happened, President Roosevelt, "Got every one of those slanted-eyed's out of our country," and that we need to do the same thing with "all these rag-heads". It honestly hurts to hear them talk like that, and now my parents are wanting to move back to Clearwater, now that I'm finally starting to actually make friends in this general area, apparently because my mom is sick of all the "Mexicans and Puerto-Ricans" here in the Orlando area.

Ugh.